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Amidst the shouts of battle all around, Xu Feng and his four companions surrounded the Soul-Cutting Scissors, preparing to divide the treasure.
In this group, Yang Buyao was the strongest and had successfully killed Zeng Zhiwei, taking his storage bag. This was closely tied to Xu Feng's involvement, so he also deserved credit. Moreover, if it came down to a real fight, Xu Feng might not necessarily lose to Yang Buyao.
Xu Feng proposed what seemed like a joke—playing rock-paper-scissors—and gained the approval of the other three. Although Yang Buyao was displeased, he dared not provoke the anger of the group.
"The situation is urgent; everyone, let's hurry. I'll go first," Xu Feng said as he raised his fist. It was strange that people in this world also played this game.
In the distance, someone had already noticed the commotion. No matter which side approached, it wouldn't be good news.
"I'll go," Yang Buyao stepped forward to face Xu Feng, being the first to challenge him.
The two raised their fists and stared intently at each other, hoping to glean something from each other's eyes. Two prominent Golden Core Cultivators were genuinely playing rock-paper-scissors like children at play.
"Scissors!"
"Paper!"
The match was quickly decided—Xu Feng won.
Yang Buyao stomped his foot in frustration and retreated to the side amidst the triumphant gazes of the other three.
The second contestant was a cultivator from Guiyi Sect, at the Golden Core Mid-Stage level, who appeared calm and confident.
"Scissors!"
"Paper!"
Once again, the same move resulted in success. Xu Feng scored another victory.
The third contestant to step up was a member of the Guo Shan Sword Sect, his eyes darting around. As soon as he appeared, he avoided making eye contact with Xu Feng, making it difficult to gauge his thoughts.
"Scissors!"
"Cloth!"
It seemed as if they had agreed beforehand, both using the same moves as in the previous two matches, anticipating that the other would change tactics, yet neither did. In all three rounds, they ended up using the same punches, and each match was decided by a single blow. The odds of this happening were quite strange.
Xu Feng won all three matches.
The last to enter was a white-clad Late Golden Core Cultivator. When their eyes met, the man smiled slightly at Xu Feng and intentionally swayed the emblem of his sect on his left chest.
This man was a cultivator from the New Moon Sect.
At this critical moment, revealing such information to Xu Feng was clearly premeditated. First, it aimed to disturb Xu Feng's mindset, forcing him to reveal psychological traces for the opponent to read and exploit for victory. Second, it sought to evoke Xu Feng's sense of belonging and honor towards his sect, making it difficult for him to defeat him without feeling guilty.
Seeing Xu Feng hesitate slightly, the White-Clad Monk felt a surge of joy; his goal had been achieved. This Xu Feng was shaken and would likely owe him a favor. Without hesitation, he threw a punch.
"Scissors!"
"Cloth!"
By some twist of fate, Xu Feng won the final round.
"Uh..." The White-Clad Monk was puzzled. From their earlier exchange, it seemed that Xu Feng had already tacitly agreed to let him win; how could this happen?
Xu Feng wore a bitter expression and helplessly said, "Misunderstanding! I didn't expect you to throw cloth; I've already thrown scissors four times." Meaning, I intended for you to change; I never meant to change myself.
Sigh, match-fixing also comes with risks.
The White-Clad Monk suffered a silent loss and retreated with a mix of laughter and tears.
Xu Feng executed four "cuts" in a row and miraculously obtained the Soul-Cutting Scissors artifact. The other four could only blame their lack of skill; they were defeated by him using the same move in a game of rock-paper-scissors. If they were foolish, they had no one to blame but themselves.
Xu Fengxin chuckled to himself. In his previous life, he may not have had many strengths, but he was an expert at rock-paper-scissors. Among a crowd of food and drink, he was known as the "King of Fists," comparable to Ying Caier. He never expected that this little skill would allow him to win an artifact from the Modern Clerk; it was hard not to feel happy about it.
In fact, Xu Feng's technique was quite simple. He bypassed psychological judgment and used the most direct method: lip-reading. By observing the changes in mouth shape at the moment of pronunciation, he could tell what move someone would make. This technique didn't require watching their fingers; just focusing on their mouth ensured he would always hit the mark.
Once the ownership of the Soul-Cutting Scissors was determined, the four of them became amicable again, with no disputes over interests, making it easier to get along.
Xu Feng turned to Yang Buyao and said, "Daoist Yang, what do you think? Could you make it convenient?" Yang Buyao took Zeng Zhiwei's storage bag; if all went well, it should contain the method for refining this artifact.
Seeing Xu Feng staring at his storage bag, Yang Buyao, being a Late Golden Core Cultivator, naturally understood some matters regarding artifact refinement. He pulled out a booklet from the storage bag and tossed it to Xu Feng, saying, "It was thanks to Xu Daoyou's assistance earlier that the Soul-Cutting Scissors ended up in your hands; we were just too greedy."
Xu Feng took a look and saw that it was indeed the Martial Arts Manual for refining the Soul-Cutting Scissors. In fact, even without this Cultivation Method, refinement could still be done; it would just take longer.
"Daoist Yang is too polite. Killing external enemies is everyone's responsibility; I merely did my part," Xu Feng said as he took out ten thousand Mid-Grade Spirit Stones and tossed them to Yang Buyao as a token of gratitude.
The spirit stones were packed in a storage bag, so outsiders couldn't see the exact number. However, judging by Yang Buyao's surprised expression, the amount must have been astonishing.
Exchanging a dispensable Martial Arts Manual for ten thousand Mid-Grade Spirit Stones was already an incredible profit.
Unexpectedly, Yang Buyao tossed the spirit stones back to Xu Feng and said, "Xu Daoyou is looking down on me too much. If I were to take this sum of spirit stones, I would surely be scorned behind my back. With your talents, why don't we join forces to eliminate the Thieves at Nine Dragon Pool and contribute something for Liuxiang Kingdom?"
Facing a common enemy? That meant cooperation. Yang Buyao was originally in a group with Xu Feng, but that time they encountered Zhou Zhuan and got scattered; Xu Feng hadn't been able to showcase his strength then.
The other three immediately came to their senses upon hearing Yang Buyao. That's right, Xu Feng has a magical artifact; sticking with him means we won't miss the chance to get another one, right? As long as he uses Zhenzhong to trap the opponent, the four of us can take down one easily.
Thinking of this, the three quickly expressed their agreement. "Yang Daoyou is right; I also have the same intention. I fully support teaming up with Xu Daoyou and propose Xu Daoyou as our leader."
"I agree!"
"I support this!"
"You are the only choice for captain!"
In no time, praises flooded in.
Yang Buyao noticed their intentions and felt a bit flustered. However, to obtain a magical artifact, it was fine to lower his stance a little. After all, how many magical artifacts were there in the entire Liuxiang Kingdom? As long as they could get one, his status in the sect would soar, and competing for the position of sect leader would not be out of reach.
Xu Feng naturally understood their thoughts but did not point it out. He said, "That's great! It's an honor for Xu Feng to have your support. As for the captaincy, let's not mention it; Xu Feng wouldn't dare."
After some more polite exchanges, the matter of choosing a captain was left unresolved. In any case, being able to cooperate with Xu Feng was what truly mattered.
While Xu Feng was busy with arrangements, the people from Nine Dragon Pool were not fools either. They were down to eleven members now; Zhou Zhuan had chased after someone and never returned, which must mean something unfortunate happened. Now Zeng Zhiwei had been killed right under their noses, causing the remaining nine to feel uneasy. They had come out with twenty people, and now fewer than ten were alive—this situation was dire; Liuxiang Kingdom was very dangerous.
With this thought in mind, their fighting spirit gradually weakened again. Initially relying only on defensive skills, morale plummeted further, and some cultivators from Nine Dragon Pool began to fight while retreating.
The cultivators from Ten Factions saw this and shouted loudly, making sure everyone knew.
"Don't run! If you have guts, don't run!"
"Yeah! Let me kill you; then you'll be a real man!"
"Don't run too fast, the Black Path is slippery, and you might fall."
"Hey, slow down, your zipper is open."
The cultivators from the Ten Factions were screaming in the darkness, causing panic among the people.
Xu Feng's group was searching for their target. Soon, a cultivator from Nine Dragon Pool broke through the encirclement and fled into the distance. The original opponents had given up the chase as no one could catch up.
"Go!" Xu Feng waved his hand and activated the Wings of the Strange Dragon to be the first to pursue. Yang Buyao and the others followed closely behind.
Xu Feng had an advantage at night; his eyesight was comparable to that of a Yuan Ying Cultivator, and Golden Core Cultivators could hardly escape his gaze. Although he was slightly slower in speed, his opponents were cautious at night and dared not fly with all their might, giving Xu Feng the opportunity to catch up.
Yang Buyao and her three companions did not dare to get too close. The Nine Dragon Pool cultivator had a magical treasure, and if one person got too close, they might face disaster. They could only follow Xu Feng at a safe distance, letting him take the lead.
The four exchanged glances, their faces slightly flushed, but in the darkness, no one could see their expressions change. Four experienced High-Level Cultivators had to rely on an Early Stage of Golden Core Xu Feng to lead the way; how would they face others if this got out?
The cultivator from New Moon Sect had a slightly better expression. After all, Xu Feng was currently claiming to be a disciple of New Moon Sect, and as an outer elder of New Moon Sect himself, he felt proud. His name was Shi Gongfang.
When disciples from various sects found it hopeless to compete for the position of sect leader, they would be transferred to the Elder Council. Elders were divided into ranks; cultivators like Shi Gongfang who had recently joined were considered important forces for external battles but had not yet participated in sect management. However, being an elder already granted him a high status within the sect.
A fiery red arrow streaked across the night sky, followed by another one trailing a long tail toward a distant target.
Xu Feng began his attack, continuously firing Spiritual Arrows at the fleeing Nine Dragon Pool cultivator. By now, they had flown over ten miles, but in the open night sky, Xu Feng's Fire Elemental Power arrows were clearly visible to other cultivators engaged in battle.
After entering Golden Core stage, Xu Feng's effective shooting range for Spiritual Arrows had exceeded five hundred meters.
The Nine Dragon Pool cultivator named Weber was quite clever; while fleeing, he kept glancing back to assess his enemies. He thought he had shaken off his pursuers but was surprised to find that while he lost one group, another was right behind him—and there was even someone daring enough to chase him down alone.
"Is it him?" Weber recognized the arrow rushing towards him as Xu Feng, who was showing off on the battlefield. This Early Stage of Golden Core cultivator really didn't know his own limits. Well, let's see how you handle Weber's might.
Weber stopped his Flying Sword and deftly dodged the incoming arrows. Then he turned and landed on the ground.
In the next breath, Xu Feng arrived in front of him, retracting his wings and landing as well. The two were no more than twenty meters apart.
"Aren't you afraid of falling to your death flying so fast?" Weber noticed that there was no one following Xu Feng, which gave him a boost of courage.
"Not at all. I'm quite familiar with Liuxiang Kingdom. If you, an outsider, haven't fallen yet, then I have nothing to worry about," Xu Feng said as he put away his Moonchaser Bow and drew a Superior Spirit Sword instead.
Weber didn't have time to waste; taking advantage of Xu Feng being alone, he needed to end this quickly.
"You're looking for death!" Weber shouted loudly, and a faint light appeared in the sky as a massive silver net, several meters wide, descended upon Xu Feng.
This was a net-shaped magical treasure: Ice Spider Web.
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